"Alex... well, hmmmm. How should I put this?" Sipping the wine again, she's pleased when the waiter delivers another glass of Amarone. Momentarily distracted, she loses track of the conversation and begins to give him more detail than he needs. "I saw you, and Anne and Ryan, on Fourth of July. You probably didn't see me, but I felt awful for what I'd said to you."
Oh my, as does he. So very blue and crystal-clear. Beautiful.